Gang Starr - The Militia (Remix) lyrics

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"A special guest"

"It's The Militia, The Militia"

This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest

Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest

Rhymes I'm packin', just like a thug at a car jackin

Shoot off your hat when I start cappin', this is no actin'

G A N G, S T A double R

And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa

From the late night drama, of the New York streets

To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin' Primo's beats

Put suckers on glass, send 'em, back to class

And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash

I brought the God, Rakim, lyrically gunning you wanna dash?

I got Dub C, from South C, what you doubt me?

Travellin' through war zones with my infrared microphone

In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies' chromozones

Words burn through flesh, leavin' nothing but skeletal

You best pay respect to the legends, boy I'm tellin' you, Militia

The illest, realest, representin'

Bringin' the ruckus, let it be known

The illest, realest, word up

It's The Militia, The Militia

The illest, realest, representin'

Bringin' the ruckus, let it be known

The illest, realest, word up

It's The Militia, Militia

Makin' a move, makin' a move, who's that nigga thats makin' a move?

It's the Shadiest rhymin' back, actin' a motherfucking fool

Four, four packers, my jackets? Hittin' the tag? Saggin', baggin'

Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin' my enemies in bodybags

You niggas was crackin', what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen?

Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin' together rappin'

Gun clappin', chump smackin', kiss the ring of your highness

Look while I'm in New York City

Walkin' with two of the Brooklyn's finest

My two affiliates from the East we all bang

But if y'all don't mind, this is still Westside Connec' gang

Dress code the same, just new pieces on my neck

East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets

Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin' a Six

As I freak this, caviar Gang Starr Militia remix

It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin' this here

With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia

The illest, realest, representin'

Bringin' the ruckus, let it be known

The illest, realest, word up

It's The Militia

The illest, realest, representin'

Bringin' the ruckus, let it be known

The illest, realest, word up

It's The Militia

Yo, it's The Master, mister, Musical Massacre

Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador

R get the red carpet, just call me on

Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone

The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla

Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller

My vision's are vicious, suspect suspicious

Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious

No interferin', if you ain't down, you got to swearin'

These cats they ain't carin', habitat awarin'

Crack appearin', from out the track that I'm hearin'

It's either that or I'm going back to racketeering

Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini

But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and easy

Pretenders every sentence to wilers, you get the picture?

Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia

Gang Starr, The R, Dub C, baby pa

Straight up, check it out